lmao. That one made me chuckle, my poetry isn't that funny, but when I do post, it's probably going to be wierd. I'll do it when I get home.

People are always asking why-
they live their lives willingly enough
some go to extremes not to die
most would rather just ask why.
Why would one choose to die-
some people are just a bluff,
while others look for answers in the sky.
nature will listen to all who share.
while most wouldn't dare, there are those
who are very willing to say goodbye.
Again, most would ask why, even if the thought
has crossed their minds,the thought of dying
is to much to bear. THere will always be the question of why,
only the one with so much despair can answer why they choose
to die......

It seems silly to say
but I'm scared of the day
that my love
runs away.

It's gone so far now
but I still don't know how
I can love;
not allowed.

You don't say 'you and I'
you believe it's a lie
do you really
know why?

Think these things never last
'cause they move much to fast.
Aren't you just
holding on to the past?

This is me and you lover
there ain't any other
and I'd never
recover

if you ran away.

Hmm, I wouldn't know what that one would be about, but, it's good, I'm not sure I can say that I like it, but I can't deny, that it's pretty good. lol. Here's something that I wrote after seeing the moon again.

Standing there so quiet, so honest, so loving
Her pail white face haunts me so
She is devious but you can trust her, trust not that face that looks so trusting
So tranquil and modest, she looks so honest
Her spell entrances you and you'll never be free
Midnight wonder her pail white face will be all that you see

Curse her, damn her for your misfortune
She stares into your face so innocent still
Blame her, she is there, she saw all, mistake, mishap, misfortune
She'll take you, she'll do all against your will
Oh so clever is she, leave now and will still be all that you see.

It's not finished, I started a new stanza, but I'm not done with them, so stay tuned for the rest.

bridge of my nose is a warm shade of red,
bubbly thoughts bounce around my light head,
tingling sensations, they make me feel fine,
pour me a luscious glass of that deep, dark red wine.

lol. That's good, I guess, a quick little rhyme.

Go there
go there, you vile
purple beast.
Think you can keep me?
Leave all your
stupid rehearsals
for someone else.
Don't do it to me.
I see you now
you cold pain
go away
be gone
this is too much
for my bones
is all I want
something not this.
Go there,
before you break me.

I suppose I’ve been wanting to say that I love you.

I don’t want to say it,
in case I’ve got it wrong,
and it might be just to get
you to say you
love me.

I suppose I’ve been wanting someone to love me.

I had it once,
it was wonderful, natural, pure
but it didn’t last
it grew too small,
and now I’ll never know if it was real.
But you –

I suppose I’ll never know if you love me.

You didn’t then,
I don’t think
you say you feel the same
as two years ago.
Was that love or not?

I suppose I want it to be right.

I want everything now
as it should be
god I want you to love me
as you do
as I think you do
do you? Do you?

I suppose I should stop thinking you love me.

Let you decide
and you’ll let me know
if you want to
but that’s the hardest
thing to accept
that I love you

and I suppose, you might never love me.

You might never love me.

God it's spewing out of me at the moment isn't it, something must be trying to get out!

I love you.
I know this isn't new.
but without your love,
I will fly from here like a dove.
Please dear,love me
I am lost. You said you would never leave.
But you did.
you said his name was steve
why not nate at least the sound of the name
doesn't bring on hate. What the hell I guess its
time to find another mate. I think I'll find a girl named Kate.
If you change your mind, I'm still at the lake....
Come back please. I'm on my knees.
Love me please.

The Fog and The Ghost


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If anyone wants to read one of my short stories I can email it to you, just email me asking for it, and I will attach the files to it. Be warned that you may like it, or it could be a waste of your time, but I liked writing them. They're just fragments of stories, just some creative writing. I liked them, most especially my most recent one, just ask me for a story that you want to here, give me a day, and I'll email it to ya. Peace email at mad_hatter64@hotmail.com

Everything Philip Roth has ever written.

you lie in bed and wait for me
you shiver but it's not cold
you sit at home and wait for me
so young in years but so old

You stare at me when I'm around
You'll only eat if I am there
You follow me around, around
of anything else, you don't care

You climb under the covers
upon my navel rest your head,
you love it under the covers,
sleeping close to me in bed

Most would say you're co-dependent,
addicted to me like a drug.
I just think that you're a good dog,
as you stare and lie on the rug.